Sunday Scribblings has the prompt 'Silence'.
This lead to a few idle thoughts on the subject.
Idle Thoughts on Silence
I am sitting, listening,
I can hear the hum of the computer,
The ticking of the clock; yes, my clock ticks; and chimes.
Some rooms away I hear the drama of a TV show unfolding,
Dramatic chords, screams, a bad day for someone.
A car passes up the street. Sounds fast. Too fast.
I can, if I try, hear my own breathing.
Silence is not easy to come by.
People are afraid of silence.
They fill their world with noise,
Their ears and lives are wired for sound.
Cars throb as they pass, whoomp, whoomp, whoomp.
Sound, I hesitate to call it music, is in lifts, foyers, buses, supermarkets.
Time is space is money. Turn it on, fill it up.
The TVs get switched on first thing, turned off last.
Babysitter, companion and anaesthetic.
What are they afraid of?
What are they afraid may creep into the void
If it is left empty, unguarded?
Silence, the song tells us, is golden.
But is it?
Well, that depends, doesn’t it?
Silence can be delightful, lying on the grass, sitting in the garden,
Walking through the countryside with nothing but the chirp and whirr of nature
Happening around you, everywhere. Ah, yes, that is precious.
But being silent?
Being silent when you know something evil is happening.
Forgive me for I have sinned. The silence of the confessional.
To know evil has occurred and to do nothing:
A sin compounded.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2012
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